Tekstovi
With patience Immaculate you stroll on through the door, with everything you're fighting with and all your fighting for.
Every bead of sweat that you ever wore, prayers unanswered and wishes ignored
Choking on another bitten tongue, every greatest hero hung.
Faith flows as easy as blood from a stone, satin pillows on Cadaver bones
Feel around for vacancy, everything has its place to be, as the world sings reluctantly with you
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop now
We never know which angels we entertain. We rarely see our splendor wrapped in silver bows of pain. Of all of life's illusions hidden from the light of truth, it's the gods who delight in you
There's silver in the grin, the devils on the dotted line. Gods run out of favors and you've run out of time, clear the drunken eyes and bleed a weary heart, step back and get a running start
Feel around for vacancy, everything has it's place to be, as the world sings reluctantly with you
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop now
Feel around for vacancy, everything has it's place to be, as the world sings reluctantly with you
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop now
Jerry Dean
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